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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. IV. The Nineteenth Century: Wordsworth to Rossetti
Song: ‘I made another garden, yea’ (from Music and Moonlight)
By Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy (1844–1881)
I MADE another garden, yea,
      For my new love;
I left the dead rose where it lay,
      And set the new above.
Why did the summer not begin?        5
      Why did my heart not haste?
My old love came and walked therein,
      And laid the garden waste.
She entered with her weary smile,
      Just as of old;        10
She looked around a little while,
      And shivered at the cold.
Her passing touch was death to all,
      Her passing look a blight;
She made the white rose-petals fall,        15
      And turned the red rose white.
Her pale robe, clinging to the grass
      Seemed like a snake
That bit the grass and ground, alas!
      And a sad trail did make.        20
She went up slowly to the gate;
      And then, just as of yore,
She turned back at the last to wait,
      And say farewell once more.

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